You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

Chen Yuan's voice drifted in the cool night breeze, melting away the frost of the autumn night in the capital.

He tightened his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of Shen Wanzhou's head, inhaling the faint scent of cedar in her hair.

"You've been on edge these past few years." Chen Yuan turned his head, his warm lips brushing against her earlobe.

"Star Ventures' empire is now stable. We'll leave those messes to Xiao Liu and the others."

He held Shen Wanzhou's hand in his palm.

"Wanzhou, let's go on our honeymoon. Let's make up for that trip that was just for the two of us."

Shen Wanzhou leaned against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

She held Chen Yuan's fingers together with her own, her cool eyes reflecting the starry sky.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

A few days later, in the Mediterranean Sea, in the Aegean Sea.

The cries of seagulls pierced the clouds.

The intense sunlight, carrying a hint of saltiness, shone on the pure white teak deck of the "Starship".

The sea breeze carries a scent of freedom.

Shen Wanzhou leaned back in a large beach chair.

She wore a navy blue silk dress, the hem of which billowed gently in the breeze, revealing a glimpse of her fair and slender ankles.

She wore large sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, and her slender fingers swiped across the tablet computer.

On the screen is a financial report on a new energy project worth tens of billions of yuan that Xingchen Venture Capital has established in Europe.

Even on her honeymoon, the richest woman's ingrained work habits were not completely abandoned.

On the small glass table sits a glass of freshly squeezed, chilled orange juice.

Fine water droplets condensed on the cup wall.

"Waaah—"

A deafening blast of a ship's horn abruptly shattered the tranquility of the sea.

A huge blast of air created white foam, causing the Starship to sway slightly.

A few drops of juice spilled from the glass table, landing on the pristine white tablecloth and spreading into a small yellow stain.

Shen Wanzhou's finger, which was swiping the screen, paused.

She frowned slightly and turned her head away.

Dozens of meters away, a luxury yacht with a black and gold paint job, hundreds of meters long, was aggressively cutting into the Starship's course with an extremely imposing presence.

On the hull of the yacht is engraved a dark gold iris emblem.

That's the symbol of a branch of the Rothschild family.

On the deck of the black and gold yacht, two rows of fully armed bodyguards stood.

He wore a black suit, his muscles were bulging, and his waist was bulging, exuding the fierceness of a mercenary.

A blond man wearing a haute couture floral shirt is holding a crystal goblet.

He stood at the very front, with two blonde women in bikinis nestled beside him.

Arthur, the fourth-generation heir of a collateral branch of the Rothschild family.

"The beautiful Ms. Shen."

Arthur swirled the champagne glass in his hand, his azure eyes filled with undisguised greed and frivolity.

He shouted in English with a heavy London accent.

"Although the sun shines brightly in this sea area, if your Starry Sky Venture Capital's new energy agreement isn't stamped with the official seal today, it's likely to face a storm tomorrow."

Arthur leaned on the railing, his gaze brazenly sweeping over Shen Wanzhou's collarbone and waistline.

It's like a wolf that thinks it's in control of the whole situation, eyeing a lone sheep.

Shen Wanzhou didn't even raise her head.

She turned a page on the tablet, tapping the screen with her fingertips, the sound even colder than the seawater.

"Uncle Fu, have security turn on the deterrent sonar. There are dogs barking, it's too noisy."

Uncle Fu, standing behind Shen Wanzhou, bowed slightly and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Understood, Miss."

Arthur's expression froze instantly.

His facial muscles twitched violently twice, and champagne spilled from the rim of the glass, dripping onto his expensive leather shoes.

"Shen Wanzhou! Don't push your luck!"

Arthur suddenly shoved the bikini-clad woman next to him away.

The young woman cried out and fell onto the deck, not daring to utter a sound of pain.

"This is Europe! This is our old-money family's territory, not a place where you Chinese capitalists can run rampant!"

Arthur pointed at the Starship, his voice sharp and filled with rage.

"Do you believe that with just one word from me, your ship won't be able to dock and won't even be able to get supplies?"

He sneered and put on a condescending expression.

"However, if you're willing to board my ship and have a couple of drinks with me alone, I can be merciful and ask for a two-point discount on this new energy discount."

at the same time.

The galley in the lower deck of the Starship.

On the stainless steel cutting board sits a piece of top-grade A5 Wagyu beef that has just been air-freighted in.

The snowflake pattern is as clear as marble.

Chen Yuan was wearing a white shirt with a faded black apron tied around his neck.

The cuffs were slowly rolled up above the elbows, revealing the strong and smooth muscle lines of the forearms.

He was holding an ordinary boning knife in his hand.

The blade transformed into a silver afterimage, traversing the grain of the Wagyu beef.

Not a single tiny capillary was damaged; the evenly sliced ​​meat was neatly arranged on the white porcelain plate.

Just then, an insulting bark pierced the deck and landed in the lower deck.

Chen Yuan's wrist paused slightly.

"Click."

The blade sliced ​​through the edge of the thick, solid wood cutting board.

Wood shavings fell in a flurry, landing on the floor tiles.

He pulled out the knife and casually tossed it into the sink.

It made a muffled "clang" sound.

Grabbing a snow-white, damp cloth, Chen Yuan slowly and methodically wiped the grease off his knuckles.

Turn around and walk towards the wooden stairs leading to the deck.

The steady footsteps created a deathly rhythm that sent chills down your spine.

on the deck.

Arthur continued spouting nonsense.

"Ms. Shen, my patience is limited. The bodyguards you brought are not even appetizers in my eyes."

He snapped his fingers.

The mercenaries on the black and gold yacht took a step forward in unison, their hands on their waists.

The crisp sound of metal clashing was particularly jarring in the sea breeze.

The security personnel on the Starship instantly went into combat mode.

Uncle Fu's hand had already reached for the specially made weapon in his arms.

At that very moment of heightened tension...

Chen Yuan went up to the deck.

He didn't look at Arthur.

The gaze passed directly past the black and gold yacht that cost over 100 million yuan and landed on the charred rocks further away.

Those were eyes devoid of all emotion.

Dead silence.

Icy.

It's like looking at a pile of scrap metal about to sink to the bottom, or a few rotting corpses.

Chen Yuan walked to the railing and casually tossed the wet wipe he had used to dry his hands into the sea.

The white wet wipe was instantly swallowed by the waves.

Arthur was stung by that dismissive gaze.

The oppressive feeling of being above him made him feel inexplicably uneasy.

He forced himself to raise his voice and pointed at Chen Yuan, cursing loudly.

"Who do you think you are? A cook from Star Ventures dares to embarrass yourself like this? Get out of here!"

Chen Yuan put one hand into his suit trouser pocket.

"A collateral branch of the Rothschilds. Rats who made their fortune by shorting their ancestors."

His tone was completely flat, and every word seemed to have been carved out from under a glacier.

"Before you leave the house today, you should calculate how many lives you have, enough to fill up this Aegean Sea."

"You're asking for it!"

Arthur kicked the railing hard, veins bulging on his face.

Chen Yuan ignored the barking dog.

He turned his head.

In that fraction of a second when his gaze fell back on Shen Wanzhou, the millennia-old ice in his eyes shattered instantly.

It transforms into a pool of warm spring water that can drown a person.

"The Wagyu beef has just been cut."

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and gentle, with a hint of coaxing.

"The sea breeze here is a bit fishy, ​​which will affect the texture of the meat. Would you like it medium-rare or medium?"

Shen Wanzhou took off her sunglasses.

She didn't even glance at Arthur, who was shouting beside her; her cool and aloof expression only showed her affection and indulgence for the man in front of her.

"Seven parts. I'd like to pair it with your black pepper sauce."

"it is good."

Chen Yuan reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair that had been blown by the wind behind her ear.

"Go back to your cabin and wait for me. It will only take five minutes."

Arthur stood on the opposite deck, his lungs pounding with rage.

He felt like a ridiculous clown, putting on a great show but failing to earn a single ticket fee.

He is the heir of a prestigious, century-old Qian family.

With billions of euros in pressure, and two rows of heavily armed mercenaries.

It's not even as good as a piece of beef that's about to go into the pot?!

This extreme disregard and double standards drove him even more infuriating than a direct slap.

"You're all insane...you're all crazy!"

Arthur kicked over the fruit plate next to him, and grapes and cherries rolled all over the floor.

With red eyes, he pushed away the bodyguard who came to help him.

He snatched the encrypted satellite phone from his assistant.

He pressed down several numbers heavily with his fingers.

He stared intently at Chen Yuan's back, which was adorned with an old apron, his face contorted in pain.

Standing on the opposite deck, Arthur arrogantly dialed a satellite phone: "Within five minutes, I'll completely shrink Star Capital's overseas footprint and get the three major Wall Street firms to join forces to short them!"